Fat CATalog

Welcome to our Fat CATalog of adoptable cats and kittens. We hope you'll consider adopting from us.

To get the skinny on any Fat Cat listed below, click on their name or photo.

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Ashley

Ashley

I was rescued from a mobile home park.  I was born under a trailer, and some nice ladies saw me and started feeding me and contacted the Fat Cat people.  I'm very sweet, and was quickly adopted, and lived a nice life. But then the woman who adopted me moved to a new apartment that didn't accept pets, and I had to go.  So I'm back on the market, as they say.

I'm affectionate and like people.  I'm not shy, and I don't have any bad habits, though I must admit my self-esteem took a hit when I was returned. All I want is another safe place to call home, and someone to love me. I'm slowly regaining my confidence, and my perfect home would be somone who knows alot about cats and could give me lots ol TLC.

Won't you take me home?

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Beatrice

Beatrice

We were born on the wrong side of the tracks, quite literally.  Our mama had been abandoned, and was living in a foreclosed house alongside the train tracks when a nice lady noticed us and took pity on us and began to feed us.  She worked as a cashier at Walmart, and one day when the Fat Cat people were buying kitten milk formula at her checkstand, mentioned us, and voila! we became Fat Cats.

I’m a dignified Siamese, and the explorer of the family.  My siblings just don’t understand the importance of beauty sleep — my beauty clock tells me that it’s nap time when they’re playing, and that it’s play time when they’re napping!  But that’s OK because then I get one-on-one playing sessions with my fosterer.  My fosterer also pets me while I rest, and I appreciate the individual attention by purring softly.

Pick me!

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Beautiful

Beautiful

I was rescued from the shelter in Red Bluff, where I was surrendered by my owner.  I was pregnant and so the shelter put me in a foster home where I gave birth to my babies.  They were all adopted, but I was not, and I was scheduled to be put to sleep.  The Fat Cat people heard of my plight, and took me in. 

I'm as sweet as can be!  I'm not fond of other cats, and now that I'm in a foster home with other cats, I have a little place of my own away from the other cats, where I can eat in peace and get away from it all.  I'm very talkative, and mew and mew if I'm in need of a snack, or want to be kissed.  My foster mom thinks I'm very dear, and very special.

When I was at the shelter, my bio read:

Beautiful is aptly named for her honey colored coat and gorgeous eyes. Beautiful is approximately 1 year old and came into the shelter ready to give birth. She was taken to a foster home where she raised her kittens in peace and quiet. Her children have all found homes so now it is Beautiful's turn for happiness. This lovely girl adores people, is very vocal in her kennel in case you miss seeing her and happily rolls around and around when you pet her or scratch under her chin. She just wants someone to love and in turn love her. She is such a sweetheart who deserves a second chance for a good life.

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Bradley

Bradley

We were born on the wrong side of the tracks, quite literally.  Our mama had been abandoned, and was living in a foreclosed house alongside the train tracks when a nice lady noticed us and took pity on us and began to feed us.  She worked as a cashier at Walmart, and one day when the Fat Cat people were buying kitten milk formula at her checkstand, mentioned us, and voila! we became Fat Cats.

I'm the big, mellow fella of the group. I’m a cool cat.  I love just lounging around, saving up my energy for my next play session.  Since I’m the biggest of my siblings, they often use my soft coat as a plushy pillow.  But when the toy comes out, I’m after it!  I’ll run, leap, spin, pounce — I’ll do whatever it takes to grasp that elusive toy!  And when I’m finally exhausted from chasing that elusive toy, I’ll start up a lovely purr for a few pets.  I’m also very curious — I’ll follow you around to see what you’re up to!

Pick me!

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Clover: Aren't I gorgeous?

Clover

I lost my person.  I was adopted over a year ago by a wonderful senior citizen.  She adored me and I adored her.  She fed me and brushed me and talked to me (I'm a BIG talker), and I'd curl up next to her on the couch to watch TV.  But then she died: I knew she was ill, and spent all my time curled up next to her, on her bed.  I was curled up next to her on her bed when her family found her.  I wouldn't leave her side.  Her children can't fit me into their busy lives, and so I need to find someone new to love me.

I am a rare Nebelung cat.  You may have seen me on the TV show "Cats 101".  I am true to my breed with long silvery blue fur, wide green eyes, a soft voice and a gentle, quiet disposition.  Although I am an older cat, I have no health problems.

I like napping, playing with little stuffed mice, napping, watching Animal Planet on television and napping.   My favorite part of the day was when my person came home.   My most favorite place in the whole world is on a warm lap.  If you talk to me I will always answer you.  I am very polite that way.  

I like ladies with white hair very much.  Visiting grandchildren are fine with me so long as they go home after their visit.  There have been some exceptionally intelligent men that I have liked too.   I knew they were intelligent because they were fond of cats.  I used to love my previous foster's boyfriend, and would meow as soon as his car drove into the driveway.

My past, which I don't really like to discuss, was rough: I was raised by a hoarder, and had 20 or so kittens (awful that I can't remember my own children!) by the time I was 2 years old. Eventually the hoarder could no longer care for all of us, and all my kittens were adopted, but no one wanted me, so the folks at Fat Cat took me in.

When I first arrived I felt I had to compete for food and attention, for that's how my life had been. But the Fat Cat people loved me and reassured me, and I became very loving and sweet.

Pick me!

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Cora

Cora

I was born in a parking garage at a retirement community in the foothills of Cupertino.  The Fat Cat people were helping a couple of retirees there, and heard about me and took me home; I was a just a few weeks old.

Since I was a beauty (after they cleaned me up!) I was quickly adopted by a young couple, who loved me and cared for me for almost 5 years.  During that time they had two children, so I learned all about little people.  But then they decided to return to Britain (where they are from), and they couldn't take me with them. So now I'm looking for another home to call my own. 

My family wrote this about me:

Cora is a beloved family pet. She is very vocal and loves to talk.  She is very sweet and good with kids, though she can be shy with new people. She loves to play and is affectionate, your very own hot water bottle as she loves cuddling up to you. A beautiful indoor cat with a glossy coat.

Pick me!

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Maude

Maude

You might have noticed that I'm missing an eye.  That's a long story: I had a litter of kittens in a garden in Los Altos, and injured my eye in a juniper bush.  A real nice person started to feed me and noticed my situation and rescued me and got me the veterinary care I needed.  Everyone thought I was feral and so they kept me in a cage until my eye healed, but one day my foster mom came to feed me and I purred and rolled over for a belly scratch.  I guess those humans just couldn't understand. I'm a really sweet cat.

I'm a foodie. My foster mom thinks I probably need therapy because I love to eat and eat -- I think it goes back to when I was roaming the streets and always hungry.  Anyway, I'm really fat and need to lose weight, so I need a foster home where my foster mom or dad can give me some tough love so that I can lose weight.  Some of the other cats at my foster home pick on me because I'm fat and only have one eye, and when that happens I just head for the comfort food. 

Pick me!

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Poppy

Poppy

I've had it rough.  I was born outdoors near a recycling center.  An employee of a nearby business was trapping and fixing the cats in the area, and thought I was adorable, so he scooped me up and took me to his home -- I was a little kitten at the time.

I thought I was a member of his family and doing fine until he decided to move to Florida.  I guess he didn't plan to take me along, so when he moved he dumped me back outside at the business.  I was really scared, and was being beaten up by the other cats, who saw me as a newcomer and a threat.  I was too scared to get to the food bowl, and soon lost weight, and was starving.  The employees of the business contacted the Fat Cat people, who took me in and saved my life.

I'm now a sleek, beautiful little girl cat who needs a forever home.  Needless to say I'm scared of other cats, so I'd do best in a quiet home without other cats or dogs.  I love to be petted, and am very grateful for my new life.

Won't you pick me?

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Sasha

Sasha

I'm a Siamese, and I'm special.  You must remember that. I'm a quiet, gentle, sweet little girl.  I like other cats, but I prefer to play quietly -- I'm not the rambunctious type!  I need my beauty sleep too, and like to cuddle up with my humans or another kitten.  I'm an independent little girl, but when I need some TLC I'll come up and lean against your arm, or play with something nearby, so you'll notice me!

I was rescued from a local shelter, where they had this to say about me:

Sasha here -- a true sweetheart.  I like to greet my family at the door and cuddling is how I say hello!  I'm not only a sweetie, but I like to play with any toy that comes my way.  Will you take me home?

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Sassy

Sassy

As much as I like my comfy foster home and foster dad, I've been here quite a while and would really rather have someone of my very own to love and to love me back! I admit I don't much like adoption fairs so you might think I'm stand-offish when I'm really just a bit uncomfortable away from home, but that's not the real me.

I have a hair-trigger purr which kicks in the moment you walk into the room if I know you. I especially like to come and snuggle by your side to keep you company...unless there's food available.

I even have a brand new coat to show off; I got a "lion cut" a while ago to keep me cool and beautiful and now my fur is growing back beautifully.

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Scott: Get your lap ready for me!

Scott

I've been in my foster home since I was a kitten. I was born in the bushes at the Sun Microsystems campus in Menlo Park, CA which is now home to Facebook. I love to curl up with my foster dad and exercise my purr-motor. I know it's hard to tell from my picture just how loving I am and I have a sneaking suspicion that those silly superstitions about black cats may have kept some people from wanting to know me better. Their loss, but your gain? As those Facebook folks say, won't you "Like" me?

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Sebastian

Sebastian

I'm super sweet and affectionate, and purr all the time.  I'm a very happy little guy, and I love other cats. I'm the rambunctious, playful type, but I'll gladly stop playing for a snuggle.  In fact, I follow my foster mom around to make sure she hasn't forgotten about me!

I'm very high energy and very curious. I've developed a reputation as a result of this combination: I get into everything because I wanna know what's going on, and I want to be included.  I can't help myself.  If there's a paper bag on the counter, well, I gotta be in it.  I like to explore cupboards.  I like to play tag with any other cat.  I like to race around the house, hop on top of the fridge -- well you get the idea. Needless to say my foster mom is very happy when I'm tuckered out from all my playing, and I curl up next to her for a nap.

We were rescued from a local shelter, where they had this to say about me:

Hi! I'm Sebastian -- a funny, curious fellow.  I enjoy all the antics that kittens do in addition to wrestling with siblings.  I get my motor running and purr up a storm, and curl up on your lap for a nap after a hard day's play.  Am I the one for you?  Come visit!

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Tippy Toes

Tippy Toes

I know, I know.  You wanna know about the toes.  Well, I was named Tippy Toes by an elderly couple who fed me and my brother Tartan in their yard in Los Altos Hills. We were rescued by the Fat Cat people when we were little. My toes are bright white, and contrast nicely with my distinguished black coat.  My brother Tartan and I are buddies.  I'm still a little shy, but come up and like to get pets, and particularly like it when you tell me how handsome I am.  I'd do best in a quiet home.

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Trevor

Trevor

Greetings, I am Trevor!  When my brother Tucker and I were two months old, we were brought to the shelter by someone who had been feeding us at an apartment complex in Mountain View.  The people at the shelter thought we were feral, but when the Fat Cat Rescue people started to pet us and we began to purr, they realized that we weren't feral, just scared!  And that's how we joined the Fat Cat Rescue adoption club.

I am a grey tabby with black stripes, a white chest and four white feet.  I have golden brown eyes and when I sit down, I will sometimes cross my front paws together like a gentleman.  I do not talk very much - I am a kitten of action, not words!  I love running around with my brother and exploring my foster home.  It takes me a little while to get used to strangers, but once I get to know you, I love being picked up and held.  In fact, when you're not looking, I will wiggle my way to your lap.  I love feather toys and I have a little black mouse that I like to carry upstairs and downstairs in my mouth for maximum playtime.  I am a happy and friendly little boy and I even like to make friends with grown-up cats too.  Come and meet me!

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Tucker

Tucker

Hi there, my name is Tucker.  When my brother Trevor and I were two months old, we were brought to the shelter by someone who had been feeding us at an apartment complex in Mountain View.  The people at the shelter thought we were feral, but when the Fat Cat Rescue people started to pet us and we began to purr, they realized that we weren't feral, just scared!  And that's how we joined the Fat Cat Rescue adoption club.

I am a Tuxedo kitten with silky black fur, a white chest and four white feet.  I love going on adventures with my brother Trevor.  We chase each other around and we like to wrestle.  Once in a while, I'll meow softly to let you know that I'm feeling excited and happy.  Otherwise, I'm a pretty quiet boy.  When it's time for a rest, I will cuddle next to my foster mom on the couch and have a snooze.  When I'm in between adventures, I don't mind being picked up for some love and attention.  I like being held - it's nice to be appreciated for my soft fur and all around cuteness.  Let's meet!

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Turbo

Turbo

I was rescued from a yard in Los Altos Hills, along with Tippy Toes and Tartan.  I'm very petite and tiny for my age, and the Fat Cat people kept waiting and waiting for me to grow big, but I think I'm as big as I'm gonna be! Because I'm small, my foster mom has babied me, so I love to be held and petted and smooched.  I'd do best in a quiet home, without any big, noisy people.

Won't you take me home?

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Willie

Willie

I've got a real sob story: I was adopted by a family and lived with them for 4 years.  Then they moved away, and dumped me outside at their apartment complex to fend for myself.  I wandered around the complex for the next couple years, and nice people fed me and sometimes let me sleep inside.  But I really didn't have a home of my own.  When the Fat Cat people met me, they thought I was real sweet, and took pity on me and took me in.  They cleaned me up and got me healthy -- I'd lost alot of my teeth from malnutrition.  So now I'm looking for place to call home. FOREVER.  They tell me I'm a dear boy and don't have any bad habits.

Won't you pick me?

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